I want to...
So I want to
I want to get to know you
Slightly better than I do now
I want to laugh harder than I already have
With you of course
I want to enjoy more playful sarcasm
And continue to dial your number
Whenever you dance through my mind
I want to examine your fingers
See how mine fit into them
And perhaps hold your hand
In places hidden from adult prying eyes
I want to walk aimlessly together
Eliminate our awkwardness
And enjoy our time together
But maybe I also want to
Be in close proximity with you
I want to lean into you
Grant you permission to
Satisfy your curiosity about my lips
I want to let my guard down
Prepare a mushroom free meal for you
Get lost in the latest tv series with you
Trade my coffee for lemon infused water
I just simply
Want you...
Beginnings
They say it's a hobby
Poetry is a pass time
It's not even art
Or genuine writing
It's just a few sentences strung together
It requires minimal thinking
Minuscule effort
So in essence poetry is fickle
Does not require much
Does not pay
One cannot use it as a means of income
It cannot sustain me
Or you
Or anybody for that matter
What they neglect to mention
Is that poetry is who I am
It is my reason for being
My smile
My sorrow
My comfort
Poetry is my being